Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Plutus bobs his head, his intent gaze darting to the chest and back to me.
“So greedy,” I chide even as I go to get more treats and fling them at him, one by one. “Just like your master.” Except my vast appetite happens to be sexual rather than for food. I can still hardly believe my luck. Putting on a disguise and venturing out to brothels to find pleasure slaves is a tiresome process, which is why I only chose that route when my lust was too great and I could no longer stand it. Now I have my Omega, I will never have to bother with that nonsense again. Thank Ulf.
As I bend to close the chest, Plutus rears up and lets out an ear-splitting shriek, shaking his huge wings.
“I can’t take you out today,” I say. “I must remain to care for my Omega when she wakes up. Would you like to go alone?” Unlocking the cage door, I tug it open and stand beside it, gesturing to indicate that he’s free to go. He always returns. We have a bond of sorts.
Plutus cocks his head for a moment as if considering it.
“Last chance,” I tell him. “Otherwise you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
With a snort, the magnificent creature barrels past me, streaking across the ground and taking flight, his striking turquoise and gold feathers glinting in the fading sunlight.
“Have fun,” I call after him, tugging the cage door back into place. My shadow servants will inform me of his return.
I long to hurry back to the Omega, but force myself to maintain a sedate pace through the castle. Here and there, I pause, checking things are in order. My jynx are efficient, rushing to obey my every command. They are created from pure magic, and know my will.
The room they’re preparing for my new pet is close to my own suite of chambers. I want easy access to her at all times, but my solitude is also important to me. This arrangement gives us the best of both worlds. My parents took it even further, choosing to reside on separate wings and levels of the castle. So great was their mutual loathing that I often wondered how they managed to have me. Unsurprisingly, I was their only child.
While I know some couples choose to mesh their lives in every way, eating, sleeping and even working with one another, I find the notion abhorrent. After all, I’m a demon, and demons prefer to keep to themselves. We are the most powerful of Ulf’s creations, formed from the fires of Mount Vracor to rule this hellscape. As superior beings, we do not crave the companionship of others. Only the weak get lonely.
I reach my bedchamber and admire the still sleeping form of my new plaything. Huddled under the coverlet, her spectacular curves are hidden from view, but her mane of crimson hair spills over my pillows. Instead of Ulfarri markings, tiny orange dots adorn her skin, especially the bridge of her nose. Her lips are slightly parted and I can barely resist the urge to lick them.
As if she can feel my gaze on her, she stirs and rolls over. I hesitate, wondering whether to wake her. Her scent lights a fire in my loins. My tail swishes behind me. I should have taken this chance to get some sleep as well but I’m too on edge. The rut is all-consuming.
Khan, the Wanderer King, exhibited fierce, possessive behavior when he found the first Omega, the one he made his queen. He clutched her to his chest like his most prized possession, snarling at anyone who dared to glance their way. He even ensured she was drenched in his seed before taking her to the council meeting. At the time, I thought he was overreacting, but now, looking down at the tiny Omega beneath my sheets, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.
Alphas don’t like to share.
I pace around the bed, wanting to crawl into it and hold my pet, but unwilling to disturb her sleep. Both instincts are new to me. I’ve never wanted prolonged contact with anyone before, including the Beta courtesans I used to visit. Nor would I have thought twice about waking one of them to serve my needs.
Renee is my Omega. She belongs to me. She needs her sleep so she can be strong enough to withstand my sexual demands. My desperate urge to hold her must be a symptom of the rut.
She stirs again, opening her eyes and blinking to focus. I command the orbs to glow brighter, and she flinches when she sees me. “Oh,” she says. “So it wasn’t a dream.”
I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to stroke her cheek. “No, pet. Not a dream.”
“I… er… I need the bathroom,” she says, a delightful flush creeping over her cheeks. It reminds me of the way her skin turns pink when she’s aroused, and my cock stiffens.